The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 170
"I bet you a kiss, and the battle will be resolved in 5 minutes at most."

"Drip! Drip!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Giselle's reaction, Ron honked his horn wildly, and the policemen on both sides immediately separated a road, and at the same time he pulled out the safety of the two smoke bombs.

"Da da da……"

The two big guys from Owen's gang immediately fired a string of bullets at the speeding car, but Ron, who had been quick-eyed and quick-handed, opened the door and rolled out of the car before they could shoot.

At the same time, two smoke bombs were thrown to the ground by Ron.

Chi~
The smoke began to spread, immediately covering Ron's figure.

"Hunting time, start now!" Ron's low voice sounded in the thick fog, and immediately drew a string of bullets for him, but there was no sound of bullets entering the flesh.

The empty bullet hit the car behind where Luo should have been, causing a series of sparks from the car body.

Hasty firing gave away the shooter's location.

"Bang!" Ron shot casually in the direction of the fire, and fell to the ground like a burly man in a pirated version of Hobbs.

Kill +1.

"Damn it! That's Ron the God of Death!" The blond woman who was in charge of responding in the corner quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Quick retreat! Don't exchange fire with him! Hurry up and retreat!"

"Aren't you making too much of a fuss?" The topless sniper said disapprovingly: "It's just a watchdog of the FBI. As long as the smoke clears, I can blow his head off!"

"Shut up, you idiot!" The blond woman was furious, and continued to order: "Obey the order and retreat quickly!"

"That's not the kind of idiot from the FBI! It's the ace agent of the IRS! The guy who Owen doesn't even want to confront head-on! Obey the order! Retreat quickly!"

"But what about Dirk and Benji?"

"I have already told them to retreat, as much as they can run out, go!"

……

During the short exchange, Ron, wearing a gas mask, walked in the smoke without making a sound from his feet, just like a real god of death, waiting to harvest the life in the smoke.

Regrettably, he did not find his next hunting target until the smoke cleared completely.

"Damn it, these bastards."

Ron kicked the body hit by it, and found that his walkie-talkie was still working. He suddenly became playful and picked up the walkie-talkie:
"Dirk! Dirk! Damn, where are you idiot?"

The intercom is still ringing.

"Owen? Is that you?"

"Ron! It's you!" Owen also heard an extremely familiar voice, and immediately showed an extremely constipated expression.

"Why are you guys playing this silly trick of sneak attack every time I meet you?" Ron simply played an electronic voice to him:
"Fuck! Fuck! You're engaging in a sneak attack! You can't afford it! You little trash! You have no strength! You don't even dare to confront me head-on, what a fool!"

beep……

The signal from the walkie-talkie in Ron's hand was cut off.

"Cut, it's boring!" Ron threw the walkie-talkie to O'Connor just like he was doing to his subordinates: "Let your people check the signal source of this walkie-talkie and see if there is any gain."

"Yes! Sir!" O'Connor quickly stood at attention reflexively, but immediately realized that Ron was not his superior, so he could only stand there in embarrassment.

But Ron didn't have the mood to pay attention to O'Connor's reaction, and walked up to Geisel: "How is it? Isn't it very simple? So it's time for some people to fulfill their bet?"

"I didn't agree to your bet~" Gizer smiled, facing Ron who was hugging him closer and closer, but he didn't have any intention of dodging.

If you still hesitate in this situation, can you still be regarded as a scumbag?
Ron immediately kissed deeply, and the policemen next to him seemed to be the background board.

"Hey, boss, are we invisible? Can't they see us?" A little London policeman said dissatisfiedly.

The superior plucked his hat in dissatisfaction: "If you have his skills, you don't mind even kissing my wife!"

"really?"

……

On the other side of the city, after the London police and Hobbs were lost one after another, Toretto finally bit the back of Owen's motorcade.

However, Owen's convoy had already dispersed, and Toretto, who had nothing to do with himself, could only stare at a car and kept following it. When he finally forced the car into the alley, the car in front stopped suddenly.

It was Letty who got out of the car!
Toretto was dazed for a moment, then got out of the car in a daze: "Letty?"

But his "Letty" didn't heed his call, instead he took out his pistol "Peng" and shot him, and then walked away.

……

"Ron, you're right, I saw Letty."

Infirmary, Toretto said while Ron bandaged his wound.

"I told you already."

"But she doesn't know me at all." Toretto couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

"Come on, haven't you seen soap operas? All love stories are played like this, car accidents, cancer, amnesia, and finally. The hero and heroine overcome difficulties and come together,"

Luo complained, but his hands didn't stop: "Believe me, if it's a romance movie between you and Letty, amnesia is definitely the best plot. If it's a plot like cancer or amputation in a car accident, I don’t even know how to edit it to complete it.”

"What TV series are you talking about? Why do I seem to have never watched this type?" Toretto was stunned.

"Recently, I've been watching Korean dramas all the time. Don't worry, the plot of cancer will not appear on you, because you never eat kimchi, and eating too much of that stuff can cause cancer."

After speaking, Ron slapped Tuo Lei Tuo's wound with a snap.

"Hiss!" Toretto gasped in pain, but in order to maintain his usual image of a tough guy, he refrained from screaming.

"What should I do next? How can I get Letty back?" Toretto asked Ron for help.

"The matter of falling in love, of course you have to figure it out by yourself, but I know, no matter what? At least we should get rid of Owen first."

While speaking, Hobbs with a bandage on his head walked into the infirmary.

The bandage on Hobbs' head was wrapped several times, and it looked like a hood was wrapped around his head from a distance.

"Hahaha, big stupid bear, what did you do?" Ron laughed out loud: "You look just like the Indian Ah San, let me take a picture later, your current appearance, your daughter You must enjoy watching it."

"Stop!" Hobbs resisted in vain.

Kacha~ The photo was successfully obtained, and Hobbs was ashamed to collect it +1.

"Ron, you damn bad taste, can't you think about it now, how to catch that bastard Owen back?"

(End of this chapter)